Welcome to my home in blogland. Here, I strive to make you laugh like never before, cry warmhearted tears, get silly, and be naughty. Together, we'll uncover sweet morsels in the light and dark. You'll leave craving chocolate. That's a given. I'm a bad influence. Oy vey, am I a bad influence! {But I do recommend fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy the samples, and may you fast become addicted. You're most welcome to return.

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Good, The Bad, and The Coneheads

Two score and 4 years ago (Hint: 1 score = 20 years, kind of like the World Cup), our father and mother brought forth a new creation, conceived in privacy, without contraception, and dedicated to the concept of chocolate. Yet there I sat one year later: a big chocolate cake in front of me, displaying no enthusiasm or a pulse. I cannot explain it, my friends, nor can I tell you how humbled I am by the photo. Perhaps I was a special child, if you know what I mean.

The good: I'm on vacation and taking a little trip.

The bad: I'll be away from you until the end of the week. I will miss you very much.

The conehead: Must I spell it out for you? Geeze! Yes, yes, that photo! Yes, THAT one! Come on, now. I'm sure I had a lovely personality at that time, people. Afterall, I was the perfect mix of Archie Bunker (albeit smaller and less bigoted) and Connie Conehead (see below link for this reference). Note the sprout sprouting forth from my little conehead.

Okay dear friend who is laughing at me and not with me at this precise moment, do you have an embarrassing baby picture that you're deranged enough to publish for the world to see? I didn't think so. Alrighty, then..let me just turn your attention to the adorably endearing photo on the left in which my mommy and I are happy to see each other. Note: this picture was taken during the same month of the conehead crisis. It seems my sprouting conehead was a short lived phase. Some might call me lucky. Others might call me a little conehead. The wisest of all stay away (far, far away - outside of the range of a phone signal).

In order to assure that you are adequately entertained in my absence, I leave you with this link. Please enjoy a visit to the home of the Conehead Family. Connie is the daughter. You might perhaps notice a resemblance with my photo.

Thanks for all the birthday love and chocolatey thoughts, especially Copyboy and Tgo..oh, to be young and 29 or 32 again.

Wishing you were all here with me, in Big Sur, though the sun is being shy.

Ally, good question, but I don't know why they named me "Girl" instead of Robyn. There are Jewish traditions involving not preparing the baby's room, etc. until after the birth. I think the "Girl" thing was just because whomever wrote that didn't know my at the moment.

I miss you all!Have a good day/week, and I'll see you back here soon.Chocolate kisses,xoRobyn